Jak Tripper - S2- King Vajra lyrics

(The strange creatures set the travelers down carefully before the gate of the city. The King bowed low. "Bow to the strangers who are within my land, and destroy them all.") [excerpt from The Wizard of Oz] Black Sicily Me and my people stay bent roping them h**n bails Bend scales I'm higher than chem-trails I'm higher than a drug smuggling rowboat with hemp sales My fans like hippies, baked outside of my venues like it's Woodstock They all be setting up tents there I'm beyond tough talk and intense stares Gun in my face I've been there Right now you an asthmatic looking up at a thousand intense stares Wrenched hairs Hammer to his roof, attic split This that overly medicated psychotic happy sh** Punch him out of his own skin like Itchy and Scratchy did Scratch that, I snatch off his skin faster than a table cloth in magic trick I come dolo unfrisked Eleven ounces strapped Cats brought their super preteen power packs I'm not just out of town In fact I'm a destroyer of worlds I'll k** a small town in one hour flat My goons out the sour patch We run in houses, clown masks ?? down in black Dish-gloves, kicks covered in shower caps Drove here, my whip smelling like gun powder and sour gra** You get Mickey Mouse glove full palm in the face pit powder slapped (The strange creatures set the travelers down carefully before the gate of the city. The King bowed low. "Bow to the strangers who are within my land, and destroy them all.") Napalm in my belly dropping heat when I'm fly I spit heat when I'm high I heat up these two heaters can weld the sea to the sky This real sh** I come out the black face in the forest like the naked first man with spear tips Chauvinistly punch a beat girl rapper in the mouth mid-lyric You get split Apply the kiss from a cobra's lip serum Cut out their pits, pull out their pride, cut out their tits And strip spirits, I'm god bodied Punch this pilot, the way I watch the torturous sun Lost in dust looking shook at battles 'cause I perform on d** I'm not a G, dope boy, gat or not trying to come off as thug Just flip that flag upside down Burn patriotism, anarchy, word to my daughter's blood (We know that once a person is perverted, it is practically impossible for that person to adjust to normal attitudes in regards to s**. Yes much of this material has been described as an illustrated detailed chorus in perversion.) [excerpt from George Putnam in "Perversion for Profit".]